Jack Dawkins One Shots

My Turn

I woke as I often seem to find myself these days, my body laid in the cotton nightie I had worn to bid my mother and father goodnight, I'm honestly a little surprised it was still on me. I was warm and cosy, with a sweet cotton sheet over me, the mattress I laid on firm and functional with a metal bed frame which wasn't the best thing for secrecy as it tended to whine and squeak with every movement in the bed but I get this feeling in my stomach that was somewhat intentional. I laid on my back having turned there in my half awake state as I tended to sleep on my side or even my stomach sometimes, with a strong but slender arm draped over my waist, another I wasn't sure where, his warm body filled the other half of the single bed keeping things toasty and cozy for me, his grip lazier then it began from the tossing and turning and general relaxedness of sleep, I couldn't help but smile to realize I had woken up here again instead of my bed at home.

It may not creak, it may be double the size and may have more blankets then a girl will ever need but it doesn't have Jack. And this one does. Which makes me feel so very happy indeed.

I began to stir more which seemed to have aroused him too as he began to stir with me until we found each other at the tip of the others nose

"Good morning" I whispered

"morning, you don't have to whisper you know" he yawned

"Walls have ears jack."

"Do they know?" He chuckled "humm I think if these walls could listen, and of course then talk about what they listened, they might have some very interesting stories to tell" he smirked taking my hand intertwined our fingers together and peppering kisses on the top of my hand

"I don't think those stories would be appropriate for children." I giggled

"Absolutely not." He smirked "I think many infact would fine some of them ... highly deplorable"

"Well your a deplorable boy" I giggled

"Am I now?" He smirked "I'm sure the walls would have a good pile of stories that, if anyone was to hear about such a... innocent young lady, I'm sure they'd find you even more deplorable."

"I'm sure of it. Utterly despicable behavior"

"Humm you're my despicable little darling aren't you?" He smirked finally connecting our lips immediately I tugged on his neck to pull him even closer as his arms wrapped tightly around me leaving me utterly in his grasp and rather unable to escape even if I wanted too, but I couldn't imagine a reason to want to, till he moved down to kiss my jaw, and then down my neck

"I don't feel my actions would even reach the top twenty of the sortas of deplorable things these walls would speak of"

"Don't you? Need I remind you, what my little angel was doing to me last night? Or will the meer suggestion of bouncing, bed creaking and ... silk scarfs enough to jog your memory?" He smirked stroking his fingers across what little exposed skin I had in this nightie

"I'd hardly call that deplorable?"

"I don't know, a pretty little young lady creeping into a doctor's bedroom, for her to tie his hands to the bed with a silk scarf, strip naked and ride him like your personal stallion. I don't know if I'd call it deplorable persay"

"What would you call it then?' I giggled playing with his hair

"Umm sexy as fuck -" he growled pulling me back to our kiss each kiss now getting more and more intense

"Humm I suppose you could call it that, but then if thats sexy as fuck, then what would we call a certain doctor who brought a young lady into his bed and kept her ankles above his shoulders for an hour and a half"